sampippy | Outside Xan's Apartment Building, Manhattan, NY, Saturday

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Outside Xan's Apartment Building, Manhattan, NY, Saturday

Xanthippe was having a panic attack.

Okay, no she wasn't. But it felt like the brink of one? Because she was on the sidewalk outside the building she lived in now, waiting for Hyacinthe, and up - way, way up - in her apartment she had stuff ready for his visit and a couple of gifts because maybe this'd be the last time before he finally went home, and what if he didn't like anything and what if she was a huge loser and what if --

Anyway. Outwardly, she was mostly cool? Just... standing there, beanie on her head and a coat on over her dress, fidgeting with her phone for lack of a better thing to do with her hands. She looked fine.

But she was going to internally flail herself to death if he didn't get here soon.

[ooc: NFB and for the one mentioned!]

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"Promise?" Xanthippe almost purred, now nudging him away because sadly, they couldn't be quite this wrapped up together on their way back.

Hyacinthe opened his coat and let her step away, then hastily covered himself with it again. No reason to be lewd in public - at least obviously so.

"Unless you give me something else to enjoy instead," he said, voice deep in his chest.

Xanthippe smoothed down her dress and then closed her own coat because, yes. No one needed a closer look at anything.

She snickered as she took his hand and began pulling him back into the main street. "Guess you'll have to wait 'til home to find out."

"I mean, I'll not object to storytime along the way," Hyacinthe offered with a laugh, allowing himself to be tugged along.

He'd tucked their joined hands into his pocket, before. Now Xanthippe tucked them in hers.

"What about?" she teased, keeping kind of close by his side because that meant she could keep her voice down. "How I'm gonna blow you until you see stars?"

... She'd missed him, okay?

"That is a good one," Hyacinthe agreed. "Especially if you include how much wetter that will get you."

"Like, suuuper wet," Xanthippe replied obligingly, and, maybe it wasn't just the missing him but also the very fresh memory of what exactly he could do to her that was helping her be open? "Should I include stuff about, like... begging you to grip my hair and use my mouth so you can remind me I'm your good girl?"

Not just any old good girl, but his. That part was significant.

Hyacinthe stumbled, just a little, as that image hit him. He recovered with his usual grace, but it was enough that Xanthippe almost certainly noticed. "And are you my good girl?" he practically purred.

Oh, Xanthippe noticed.

It made her smirk that much harder. And pleased.

"I think that's for you to tell me."

"Well if that's true," Hya said, tugging her back so she was pressed up against him, "you're gonna have to earn it."

Xanthippe made a little 'oof' sound at being tugged, but that was not a complaint nor an objection.

Quite the contrary.

"How do I start?"

He smiled down at her - meant to just keep it at a smile but ended up kissing her anyway. Her fault, for having such a kissable face.

"I'll give you a choice," he decided magnanimously. "When we get into your apartment, you can either drop to your knees...or put your hands against the wall and spread your legs."

It was a good thing they weren't very far at all from her building, now, because Xanthippe was pretty sure she would just melt into a puddle at his feet, somehow, if they didn't get to her place quick.

Also she maybe stole a quick kiss of her own.

"Yes, Hya," she murmured.

"And then you'll ask," Hya decided. "For exactly what it is you want. And wait for me to decide if I'm going to give it to you."

Spoiler alert: he would.

Because he was nothing if not a benevolent ruler!

Xanthippe made an ever-so-slightly needy noise in the back of her throat, then tugged him back into moving becaus they were practically to the entrance to the building and they still had a long elevator ride to somehow survive, too. "Now come on."

If she thought for one minute he wasn't going to have her pressed against the wall while he did simply ridiculous things to her body, she didn't know him at all.

"So bossy!" he teased as they went along. "I might have to rethink some things!"

"No, you won't." And she hadn't promised to start earning her good girl credentials until they were in her apartment! But they were getting there. They made it back to the building, where a doorman let them in with a 'welcome back, Miss Voorhees' and a friendly nod at Hyacinthe, and so they'd at least made it into the lobby.

It was a very fancy lobby.

"I'm not behaving until after the door to my place closes behind us," Xanthippe informed Hyacinthe as she pressed the button to call the elevator down, reiterating the narrative's earlier point. "I need to, like, burn off some bossiness before that."

"I quite like it when you misbehave," Hyacinthe assured her, peeling her coat off. To be a gentleman, of course! They were inside now and he'd hate for her to be overheated. "Bossy, hmm?"

He was intrigued.

A gentleman, sure. That was exactly what it felt like when she ended up awkwardly tugging on the edge of her dress like there was a chance it'd ride up on its own, otherwise.

"Mm-hmm," she responded, even though she had no super grand bossy plans yet. Something would come to her! "Bossy."

"I can't wait to hear what your first order is," Hyacinthe said as the elevator dinged. He stepped back and bowed slightly, gesturing her forward - a movement made fluid from sheer habit.

Because that's just what you did for ladies, okay?

Xanthippe smiled at it. Okay, smirked, but that was maybe for why she reached out to yank him into the elevator with her. "As soon as the doors close, you should be on your knees in, like, worship," she told him in a whisper.

There hadn't been anyone else in the lobby. She knew they were pretty much guaranteed to be alone all the way to her floor.

And the button she pushed was in the double digits.

"You should raise your dress for me and let me see what I'm worshiping when I do," Hyacinthe countered, his eyes nearly black with need.

Seriously, his reactions never got old.

Xanthippe leaned casually back against the wall, more with her upper back and shoulders than her ass. Her hands crept down to the hem, and drew that up past her thighs.

Yup, still no panties! Fancy that.

The doors began to slide closed.

"On your knees, Hya."

Hyacinthe dropped to the floor with alacrity, close enough his knees brushed her feet. "Please, Xanthippe," he said, voice husky. "Let me see you."

"Only 'cause you said please."

Nope.

Her stance widened, and already he could probably see a tell-tale sheen at the very top of her inner thighs. Then she shifted her position to tilt her hips a little more forward, and he was able to see all of her: how rosy and plump and wet she was, slick enough for some of it to have ended up on her thighs with no fabric to stop it, yes.

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